Honestly, he acted as though he didn't like me anymore. Wait, maybe he didn't. "Do you still like me?" "I never liked you." Oh, right. He had a point. Garreth & Charley
Darynda JonesBefore I tell you, I have to know three things," I said. "Okay." "One, are you sitting down?" "Yes." "Two, are you mentally stable?" "More than you'll ever be." Well, that was uncalled for. "And three, how do you spell schizophrenia?" "What does that have to do with anything?" "Nothing. I just wanted to see if you'd tell me.
Darynda JonesWait, what are you doing?โ She could apparently hear the strain in my voice as I craned my neck from side to side. โIโm trying to see past a little girl on my hood." โOh. Isnโt that dangerous?โ โNormally. But she has a knife.โ โOh, well, then, I guess itโs okay.
Darynda JonesI love language, words, and all the lovely, exciting, and heart wrenching things you can do with them. Pick the right ones, put them in the right order, and youโve created a moment in time where the reader forgets about the late car payment, the dirty dishes, the impending workweek. You have created a state of bliss. Or negligence, depending on your perspective.
Darynda JonesReyes, what happened?โ Heโd been busy nibbling his way to my collarbone, his hot mouth evoking seismic activity at each point of contact. I really hated to interrupt, but โฆ โReyes, are you listening to me?โ He raised his head, a sensual grin playing at the corners of his mouth, and said, โIโm listening.โ โTo what? The sound of blood rushing to your nether regions?โ โNo,โ he said with a husky chuckle that made me tingle everywhere. โTo your heartbeat.
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